"No!"
"How had you become so strong!?"
Molly let out a loud wail.
The heart she had been holding in suspense came crashing down completely.
No matter what, she could not believe that an apprentice who had originally been hauled over on a seagoing ship could become a Second Ring Wizard in such a short time.
Compared to her own failure, a friend's success was even harder to accept.
Charles becoming a First-Class Wizard Apprentice was something Molly could accept.
Charles becoming a First Ring Wizard had already made Molly so miserable she could not eat.
And now Charles had become a Second Ring Wizard. Molly suddenly felt there was no point in living anymore.
After washing the grime from her face, Molly looked at Charles's handsome features and said regretfully, "Charles, you must have suffered quite a lot for your success, right?"
"It's fine. It's perfectly normal for young apprentices not to hold their bottom line. After all, apprentices like me who can hold their bottom line are far too rare!"
"Tell me, how did that old witch treat you?"
"I'll properly counsel you."
Charles grabbed Molly's head and tousled her golden hair, laughing. "What is going through that head of yours?"
"Have you brewed so many potions that you've gone stupid?"
As he spoke, Charles walked over to Molly's potion cauldron and asked, "You really know how to brew potions?"
Molly smoothed out her golden hair and said proudly, "Of course!"
"I can already brew seven or eight kinds of apprentice-level potions!"
"If you hadn't come to scare me today, this batch wouldn't have failed either!"
She rubbed her shoulder against Charles's and said generously, "For the sake of our old friendship, you don't have to compensate me with Magic Stones for this ruined potion!"
Charles laughed. "Oh?